Edward sought the yielding maiden,
Pressed her to his heart for life-
And, with every blessing laden,

Do

They became soon-man and wife!

my readers ask, "Sir Poet, Wherefore weave your web of

To instruct you—and I'll show it;

Mark me well, ye wooing throng:

To the fair you'd marry-better

Write than speak-but write in time—

And be sure to pen the letter

Not in prose, but melting-rhyme!

I've thought of the means-yet I shudder
At dagger or ratsbane or rope;

At drawing with lancet my blood, or
At razor without any soap.
Suppose I should fall in a duel,

And thus leave the stage with eclat ;
But to die with a bullet is cruel,

Besides 'twould be breaking the law.

Yet one way remains-to the river
I'll fly from the goadings of care-

But drown?-oh the thought makes me shiver-
A terrible death, I declare.

Ah no! I'll once more see my Kitty,

And parry her cruel disdain, Beseech her to take me in pity,

And never dismiss me again.

WHAT CAN IT MEAN?

I'm much too young to marry,
For I'm only seventeen;

Why think I then of Harry?

What can it mean-what can it mean?

Wherever Harry meets me,

Beside the brook or on the green,

How tenderly he greets me!

What can it mean-what can it mean?

Whene'er my name he utters,

A blush upon my cheek is seen,

And then my heart so flutters !—

What can it mean-what can it mean?

And when he mentions Cupid,

Or, smiling, calls me “fairy queen,"

I sigh and look so stupid!—

What can it mean-what can it mean?

Oh, mercy! what can ail me?

I'm growing wan and very lean;

My spirits often fail me!

What can it mean-what can it mean?

I'M NOT IN LOVE !-Oh smother

I'll

Such a thought at seventeen;

go and ask my mother

What it can mean-what it can mean?

ADDRESS

FOR THE

BENEFIT OF WILLIAM DUNLAP.

SPOKEN BY MRS. SHARPE.

WHAT gay assemblage greets my wondering sight!
What scene of splendor-conjured here to-night!
What voices murmur, and what glances gleam!
Sure 'tis some flattering, unsubstantial dream.
The house is crowded-everybody's here
For beauty famous, or to science dear;
Doctors and lawyers, judges, belles and beaux,
Poets and painters—and heaven only knows
Whom else beside-and, see, gay ladies sit,
Lighting with smiles that fearful place, the pit—

(A fairy change-ah, pray continue it.)

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